Dimples

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Yes, mum, I swear I'm OK!" I spoke to my mum down the phone, rolling my eyes and smiling at her.

"But you'll be all by yourself! You're going to be living alone. What if something happens? What if you get robbed?!" Worry filled her voice, and I could tell she was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that I'd actually moved out, and in to a different town all together.

I laughed at her softly, amused by how concerned she was for me, but also slightly annoyed that she didn't think I was capable of living on my own.

"Mum, I'm 22 years old. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm capable of living away from home. Besides, I won't even be living alone. Naomi told me that I have a roommate, and that we're sharing the flat. I think I'll manage. And, if I don't, I know how to call for services," I argued with her. Naomi Danson is my best friend, and also the one who told me all about the flat I would be moving in to.

"Ella May Kingston, don't you argue with me. I'm just telling you that I'm concerned for you! Please, please tell me if you need me at any time OK? I don't want you going through things on your own."

"Yeah, sure mum, whatever makes you happy. Look, I have to go, I'm at the flat. Call you later!" I said quickly, disconnecting from my hands free phone speaker that was attached to the mirror in my car before she could speak back to me. I followed the final few directions of the NavMan system and pulled in to a long, cobblestone brick driveway that lead up to a two story, narrow, grey brick house. It was just after 6pm, so the sun was starting to set, and I could see lights shining from inside the house to make it easy to see. Suddenly, I felt my heartbeat increase. I was nervous. Why on earth was I nervous? I'm not usually nervous meeting new people, but I had no idea who this person was, or even anything about them. I didn't know if my roommate was a boy or girl, if they were older or younger than me, or where they were from. I think that's what was making me nervous; I was kind of going in to the unknown. Yeah. I figured out that was what was making me nervous as I made my way to the door, dragging my suitcase behind me. I put my key in the door and stepped in to the foyer. I was actually very surprised at how big the entry was. I scanned the places I could see, and heard noises coming from a room that was up the hallway. I followed the noise and turned into the room, which turned out to be the lounge room. There was a T.V hung on the wall opposite the window, and in front of the window, sprawled out on the large brown leather couch, was a girl watching the TV. She hadn't noticed me walk in to the room, so I cleared my throat, hoping she would look in my direction.

She didn't.

I tried again, louder this time. Still no response. So I walked across the room to stand next to the TV. That worked. Her eyes looked me up and down, before settling on my face.

"Ah, you must be my new roommate. I'm Zara. And your name is...?" she asked me, her voice very melodic and smooth.

"Ella. Ella Kingston. Yes, I am your new roommate. Naomi told me about this place, and told me that I should consider moving in because it's close to my work. And yeah, she told me someone lived here, but didn't tell me anything about who it was. And, well, here you are," I smiled at her.

"Yep, here I am! I'm not going to lie, it'll be good to have a female roommate. The last roommate I had was the sloppiest guy, and I kid you not, he never cleaned up after himself. He was also a bit of an ass, but he's a good guy all the same. One of my good friends, actually. Anyway, it'll be good to have a girl roommate. Follow me, I'll show you where everything is," she said as she got up off the couch and walked out of the room, me trailing close behind her. I got a good look at her as she walked towards me and then past me. She was taller than me, probably close to five foot nine, with red hair that cut off just below her shoulders. She was also quite skinny, but not in a dangerous way. She had pale skin and I thought to myself that her background was probably Scottish. She led me down the hallway, which cut off at the kitchen. A large, white wood table sat in the middle of the room, with a fridge against the wall, a stove between the benches that were all connected and an oven in the wall. I spotted a dishwasher under one of the bench tops, and a few small appliances on top, and when I saw the coffee maker I smiled instantly. I loved a good cup of coffee in the morning, and knowing I wouldn't have to live off crappy instant coffee made me ecstatic. Zara noticed my eyes hovering on the coffee maker and saw the smile on my face, and she chuckled softly.